Chapter 5 #3
Motley casually stood and wiped the tears from his face, smearing blood all over it, and slowly returned to the strong man he’d always been for me.
He took a large, deep breath and looked back down at Guy’s mutilated body.
I couldn’t tell what emotion was plastered across his face, but he was definitely deep in thought.
“Motley—”
“There’s a duffle bag in the trunk of his car. We can try to stuff him in it and drive the car out to the lake. That way no one sees us all bloodied, and we can try to dump both out there.” Not a bad idea.
I nodded and walked to the open trunk of Guy’s car.
Just as Kash said, there was an oversized army green duffle bag, settled next to what I assumed was the case for his camera and a few random things.
I tried to lift the bag, but it was surprisingly heavy.
“What the—” I carefully unzipped the bag and gasped.
“Motley.” My eyes widened at what I saw.
“Motley!” He rushed to me, and I motioned down at the bag with my head.
His eyes looked at what was before me, and he too gasped.
“He…the…” I couldn’t form a sentence to save my life. “Fuck.”
Motley reached into the duffle bag and pulled out a handful of photos.
We looked at them together, and our jaws dropped.
There were countless polaroids of Carmen and her son.
Some were of him sleeping, others of her half dressed or doing typical everyday tasks.
Motley flipped through a few more. “He never got rid of them it seems. Fucking sicko.” It pissed us off to see so many photos of her and her son.
“Wait.” He grabbed my arm as I reached for one.
“There’s more.” Motley handed me a single photo.
It was similar to the ones I had been sent before.
Of fucking course.
“So it was Guy, all this time,” I stated.
I reached my hand in, searching the endless pile.
I found more and more photos of Motley and I, along with even a few of Twila and me, raunchy photos of all members of the band.
“He was stalking all of us!” I ripped a polaroid in anger.
“He was following all of us, all this time!” I threw the ripped parts into the trunk and kicked the bumper.
“Fuck!” I grabbed my head and growled in anger.
“I should’ve known! I should’ve beat the shit out of him the first time we caught him!
Damn it!” I punched the side of the car and panted as I tried to calm down.
Motley tossed the handful he had into the trunk, grabbed a new one, and sighed.
“I guess he was. But why?” He leaned against the trunk, confused.
“Why was he so obsessed with us? Don’t paparazzi usually follow all sorts of famous people?
They don’t stalk one particular group.” He examined a handful of photos.
“He seems to have had a real fixation with us in particular.” Pervert.
I turned back around and fumbled through the contents of Guy’s trunk.
There had to be something in there that would explain his sick obsession.
As I waved my hand through everything, I noticed something crumbled in the corner of the trunk.
Curiosity took over and I reached for it.
It was a handwritten letter addressed to Guy from— “Motley.” I looked back at him.
“I think I know why Guy was following us.” I handed him the paper and watched his expression change. “Or should I say…you.”
Motley’s face hardened as he read the letter.
His hands trembled as his eyes filled with tears.
He crumpled it back up and tossed it into the car.
“So, Guy was working for Xavier. Fucking figures.” He remained still for a second until that hard mask of his cracked, exposing the real him.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He kicked the side of Guy’s car over and over until it was bent.
Motley then threw his arms over his head and began to frantically pace in circles.
“Fuck!” I knew he was terrified. There was only one person on this earth who scared the living shit out of Motley. And that was Xavier.
Shit just got really fucking bad.
Xavier was the leader of Motley’s old biker gang he used to run with.
He was currently serving a life sentence in jail, which is why Motley didn’t want to go back.
He had tremendous influence and power both in and outside the joint.
And he always hated the fact that Motley was released.
You see, Motley had willingly taken the fall for another gang member, a way to show his respect and devotion to the group.
It was a setup, but he knew it was happening and didn’t fight it.
Instead, he kept his head high and did his time.
He wasn’t an ideal inmate, but he got by.
His size and strength were helpful, and soon Motley was running that jailhouse.
That is, until he was shockingly released on a technicality.
Naturally, you’d think Xavier would be happy his muscle was out of jail.
Wrong. With Motley out and walking free, the investigation that tossed him in there had resumed, and this time, they were able to track down the bigger dogs.
Long story short, Xavier was somehow betrayed and caught.
He was thrown into jail not long after Motley joined our band.
He sent Motley a warning, long ago, warning him that one day he’d be right back where he belongs.
Ever since, Motley has been petrified of ending back up in jail with Xavier.
Regardless of how or why Xavier was arrested, he blamed Motley.
And that alone terrified him. Once Xavier had a vendetta against someone, they didn’t live long enough to argue.
Now, he had his sights set on Motley. He was using Guy to stalk and gather whatever he could on Motley and the band, presumably to figure out his weakness.
And by the looks of those photos, he’d been doing it for a long fucking time.
And he knew exactly what his weakness was.
The real question was, now that he knew, what was Xavier going to do? Not just to me, but to all of us.
Fuck.
“Hey.” I approached Motley. He refused to look at me. “Motley. Hey!” I snatched his face and forced him to look at me. “Fuck Guy. And fuck Xavier.”
“No. You don’t know how powerful he is, Kash. What he would do to me?—”
I shook my head. “I don’t fucking care. I’m not letting anything happen to you.
Xavier can try all he wants, but you’re not going anywhere, okay?
” He tried to look away. “Hey! I mean it, Motley! I’m not letting you go back there!
” He gazed into my eyes. “I love you, Motley. And the only way that fucker is going to get to you is if he goes through me first.” I kissed him, and he kissed me back.
We stood there embracing one another for a good minute.
“I’m not letting anyone touch you. You’re mine,” I whispered.
“Now.” I pulled back. “Let’s get rid of this fucking stalker so we can forget all about this, okay? ” Motley nodded.
We dumped the duffle bag and emptied all the photos into the trunk before approaching Guy’s body. “Umm…Kash.” Motley cleared his throat. “I don’t think he’s going to fit, is he?”
Damn it.
We both looked at the bag and back at Guy’s body.
“No, he’s not.” Fuck. I handed Motley the duffle bag and went back and searched Guy’s car.
There had to be something…anything else that would help us.
Guy had a bunch of trash and random shit tossed around, as if he had been living in it for sometime.
Figures. He always was a trashy dude. I reached behind the driver's seat and dug through the crap piled up. To my surprise, just behind the back of the driver’s seat, there was something unexpected.
No fucking way.
I gripped the handle and pulled it out in surprise.
Well, that’ll work.
I climbed out of the car and turned to show Motley what I found.
His eyes widened at the axe in my hands.
“Kash,” he breathed. I stepped towards Guy’s body and readied myself mentally for what I had to do.
“What’re you—” He gasped as I swung the axe.
The sharp blade stuck to Guy’s neck, and I ripped it back as blood and chunks of his flesh shot all over me and into my mouth. “Kash!”
I spat Guy’s fleshy blood out onto the ground and adjusted my grip on the handle of the axe. “Let me focus,” I groaned.
“You can’t do this!” Motley shouted.
“You got a better idea?” I growled back.
I took a deep breath and swung the axe again.
“He’s too big for the bag! I can’t just throw him in the car!
What if someone sees? No.” I turned back to the body.
“It’s the only way, Motley. Now, let me do this.
” I raised my arm again and swung. The head of the axe stuck deep in Guy’s neck.
“Fuck,” I grunted. My muscles tightened as I ripped it back and blood spewed across me.
I had to raise my hand to stop it from getting into my nose or eyes.
God, it was so much blood. Motley shoved me aside and took the axe from my hands. “What’re you doing?” I snapped.
His back muscles bulged as he took hold and swung the axe hard.
With such an elegant and dangerous motion, he had completely separated Guy’s head from his body.
“Helping.” Motley swung a few more times until he was out of breath.
I stepped in and continued chopping apart Guy’s body.
Together, we took turns dismembering the corpse until all that was left was nothing but a mushy pile of bloody pieces and fleshy limbs. It was sickly exhausting.